“The Last Time” – Stones
“Time Has come Today” – Chamber Brothers
“The Time Warp” – from “The Rocky Horror Picture Show”
“As Time Goes By” – Play it Sam!
“Time Stands Still” – All American Rejects
“Time” -Alan Parsons Project
“For the Good Times” – Ray Price
“No Time Left for You” – Guess Who
“The Most Wonderful Time of the Year” – Christmas song
“Time Waits for No One” – Stones again
Did you ever realize there are so many songs about time? So many good quotes too. “Lost time is never found again.” – Ben Franklin. “We are time’s subjects, and time bids be gone.” – William Shakespeare. “Time is what we want most but what we use worst.” – William Penn.
My favorite attitude or personal mission statement has to do with time and is simply this “Life is too short.” Man, it is. I do try to use my time wisely. I want so bad to be conscious every waking moment. And yet, there are times that are most definitely not spent in that direction. I play too much free cell, occasionally watch really bad reality tv, and stand in front of the refrigerator way too long waiting for some wonderful chocolate ooey gooey cupcake to jump into my hands from its cold interior in which a cupcake or cake or anything worth eating is probably already gone.
So, to paraphrase wise, astute William Penn I am a worst waster of time. Just like everybody does once in a while. Is it because our brains just can’t be “on” all the time? I want to finish that book I’m writing. I really want to clean that god-awful laundry room closet. And most of all, I want to sit quietly and just be aware. Aware.
There are so many good books I’ve yet to read, movies I haven’t seen (still want to binge watch “The Thin Man Series” and all things Bette Davis.) I want to learn more about jazz, classical music, learn a foreign language (or two). Read Ulysses. Get really, really good at blogging. Study art history. Learn how to make baklava.
How in the world am I going to get all that done? Especially if the Real Housewives of New York are calling me. Excuse me but WHERE did all the time go? Really? Did it just decide to speed up all on its own? And if it did, who would know?
You know the familiar New Year’s icons of Father Time and the New Year baby? I feel as if I am Father Time, gender-based of course. And I want to stall the New Year baby, forever. Maybe say to him/her “Hey you, NY Baby, c’mon kid, you’ll get your chance. And then when you get it? You’ll think you have all the time in the world. Then before you know it – it’s December. And sayonara! Some other little bratty baby will take YOUR place too!”
But before I go as Father/Mother Time I have a lot of living to do. I’m not THAT old! If I play my cards right I might be able to learn that language, take some classes, even finish that book. At least I’m conscious of the fact that I don’t want to waste precious time. That in and of itself is a good thing. So, if you’ll excuse me, I’m off. It’s snowing out and I really just want to sit in front of the picture window and look out. Not think, just be. Aware. Go on good reader, get going too. It’s time.